You were a common mercenary - common, but deadly. You would blow up bases and steal gear and weapons from outposts, you were wanted, alive.

A team finally managed to catch you right before you could escape, blindfolding you and handcuffing you.

You felt two men holding both of your handcuffed arms as they lead you to a room.

“We finally got this fucker…” said one of the guards before all of them left the room, leaving you alone with Ghost.